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allblack – trap black lyrics

[intro]
that n-gga- that n-gga that love drawings got that timmy turner hat
n-gga that hey arnold hat n-gga, n-gga take that lil -ss hat off

[verse 1]
these hoes won’t leave me ‘lone, is it these player ways or this cheese?
your b-tch say she love my sweater, so i put it on the ground for her knees
you wanna eat me, you must pay that fee
buddha chain on me like i’m chinese
kimson way down there like i’m drew brees
for them n-ggas who watching my jeans
other side, ain’t switchin’ no teams
haha davis, that trip was a breeze
left orlando like tracy mcgrady
i fired her many ago, she was greez
can’t n0body say black ain’t ’bout paper
black dunkin’ like shaq on the lakers
sixteen like sac kings peja
marcus peters when he playin’ the ravens
i am brad ’cause i keep a bag
bought some bitcoins to post me an ad
flight school like ’09 wiz
i just printed out a boarding p-ss
glock-21, amare sams
that molly i just ate was tan
i’m back, ’bout to hit for them bands
i can knock your b-tch in these vans
freed that b-tch, she wasn’t a keeper
i can’t stand a b-tch who think i need her
broke and bummy but swear she a diva
you n-ggas be wifing these eaters
trickin’ on b-tches at ninas
she ain’t gettin’ sh-t from me but s-m-n
allblack ain’t cuffin’ no rats
disrespectful like family guy peter, yeah

[chorus]
got a bankroll on me
safe to say, money i had from yesterday
these hoes won’t leave me ‘lone
i guess they love a n-gga for my player ways
and if a n-gga get in my way
that forty gon’ mike alstott, that tampa bay
slow it down, hold it down
i’m bustin’ like oakland high school, the mari-yay
got a bankroll on me
safe to say, money i had from yesterday
these hoes won’t leave me ‘lone
i guess they love a n-gga for my player ways
and if a n-gga get in my way
that forty gon’ mike alstott, that tampa bay
slow it down, hold it down
i’m bustin’ like oakland high school, the mari-yay

[verse 2]
keep your eyes to yourself, your hands to yourself
and we a-1, as simple as that
it’s dangerous being around broke n-ggas
it’s like pullin’ out cheese around rats
n-ggas be whack, talkin’ these packs
talkin’ ’bout all these military straps
’98 juvie, i came in this rap sh-t, b-tch
tell me how you lovin’ that?
they can’t wait to see a n-gga bust his head
lose his bankroll and end up dead
i got two hands, two legs
forty yard dash when i’m after them bands
i k!ll grannies, mamas, daughters
your old man and my own best friend
i’m greezy, this ain’t no pretend
pour kerosine on your kids
send n-ggas to heaven with dame
since you thinkin’ everything is a game
last week i traded my glock-19 for a tre pound ’cause i got aim
more-ip rain, since you left
the other side ain’t been the same
22nd still rocking and rolling
still livin’ life with no shame, it’s black

- allblack lyrics

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